A/N Okay! Wow! Super sorry, again. I actually have an excuse this time though: I dropped my laptop and the hard drive snapped in half… so bye bye everything I had written and saved. SO I hope you like the new installment of Switched!

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, Jake would have found a nice, age appropriate girl, instead of becoming a pedophile.

Bella's POV

Okay. Breathe.

Just keep your head down,nobody will talk to you.

Okay. And breathe.

Pfft, as if she's that popular.

Breathe.

Yeah right. YOU'RE SO SCREWED BELLA! ABORT MISSION! Abor-

And… breathe.

All of a sudden "Rosalie!" was being screamed from all corners of the parking lot.

FML.

"Hey, Rose!" a girl with choppy (what passed as cool at our inconsequential town) mouse brown hair. I think her name was Maggie, but I can't really be sure 'cause the most I'd ever heard he say was the hurried 'loser' in the hallways… but then again I wasn't really me right now, was I?

C'mon Bella, channel your inner bitch!

"Um… hey, Maggie."

Fail.

"You know my name?" she asked, seemingly awe-struck as I restrained myself from face palming.

"Uh… oh? So, that was your name?" I tried to sneer… at least it was better than stuttering like an idiot.

"Um… yes?"

And to my surprise, the girl didn't sound annoyed or suspicious, she sounded… timid, afraid.

So, maybe I'm playing the part a little too well.

"So…" I said, feeling a little guilty "What did you w—."

"B—ROSALIE!" a somewhat familiar voice called.

I turned around to see… me… all up in my face… how weird.

Inner bitch. Inner bitch. Inner bitch.

This time, I didn't find it all too hard to 'unleash the beast', since I knew that if I was in Rosalie's body (I sound insane, even to myself), then surely that (me) was Rosalie in my body. Even if it did seem like I would be getting the beat down, I knew that it would be Rosalie who would deal with the repercussions. Rosalie who would finally see what it felt like to be humiliated.

But, as I opened my mouth to chew her out, I found I couldn't.

Now, this could be because I had morals and didn't want to hurt her, or because she was currently dragging me to the side of the school building. It's really hard to say.

You know what wasn't though?

"Am I really that short?"

Brown eyes (my brown eyes) looked up to glare at me before Rosalie-In-My-Body picked up the pace. I didn't like how cruel my eyes looked when she turned them on me, either.

"Yes, you arethis short. And, by the way, it's really starting to piss me off."

"Oh, well I'd ask you if you wanted to know what ticked me off, but you'd say no, since all you care about is yourself. So, I'll just tell you. It's you being in my body."

"Listen," Rosie said, rounding on me furiously. "You're in my body; I'm in your body. If I were you, I'd quit complaining, seeing as you have the better end of the deal. All I want to know is how in the hell did you manage it?"

I reeled back in shock. Did my voice really sound like that?

"Excuse me?"

I felt a sharp stinging sensation on my check, and it took me a second to realize that she had slapped me… or her… it sure felt like me.

Did she feel it, too, I wonder. Maybe I should slap her and find o—

"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"Obviously not," I yelled back, shaking off my pointless musings. "You think I would do this? You think I want to be you?"

Yes.

I blinked as the thought wormed its way into my head. The scary thing was that it sounded just like the shrill, sugary-sweet voice that I was currently cursed with. And I couldn't tell if it was me thinking it, or her.

She snorted at me… not a very attractive sound I might add. I'm definitely not doing that when I get my body back.

Whoa. Get my body back… how creeptastic does that sound?

But the thing was… the things that I thought were reserved just for horror stories were happening to me.

"Then how do you explain this?" she demanded, gesturing to herself, then me.

"I don't know Rosalie, how would you explain it even if I did do it? This is beyond both of us Rosalie. Believe me, I have no goddamn clue."

Rosalie- Impersonating-Me narrowed her eyes (still my eyes) and shook her head. "I don't know, but I intend to find out."

"Rose…" Rosalie and I whipped our heads around to find Edward Cullen staring at us in wide-eyed shock. "…alie," he continued, clearing his throat. "And Bella. What are you doing?"

Rosalie opened my mouth (which she so happened to have control of since she was in my body… still not used to that, what about you?) to reply before I hurriedly cut her off. "Nothing," I said. "Nothing at all."

I then grabbed Rosalie's/my arm and dragged her out of the alley way, her/my eyes glaring at me furiously.

Edward was persistent though. "What do you think you're doing, Rosalie?" he demanded, jogging up to us. I was quite impressed that he had to jog to catch up, actually. Though I suppose that was due to Rosalie's endless legs and my taking an hour to find sensible shoes in her closet filled with death-trap heels this morning.

"Nothing," I repeated, not looking back, afraid of what would happen if I did.

If I was afraid to face people who had no idea what Rosalie was really like, and would believe I was her if claimed I wanted to create world peace as 'Rosalie', imagine how I felt pretending to be her to her boyfriend of three years.

"Rosalie Hale, let go of Bella now."

I froze… and turned around to face Edward.

He had stopped walking and was staring at me with this… eerily calm expression that resembled that of a storm before it demolished whole cities.

And his voice… it made shiver. And not like it usually would if I allowed it to (hey, I'm a girl, and he has a sexy voice, don't judge), but in slight fear. I couldn't tell if it was Rosalie's body or my essence trapped inside it that provoked this reaction, but from the way Rosalie widened my (her, whatever) suddenly frightened eyes, I'd say it's some of both.

But I had nothing to be afraid of; it was Rosalie he was mad at… but then again, I am Rosalir right now, so I suppose I do have a right to be mad. So it was Rosalie-as-Me who was safe, considering he was standing up for her/me.

I abruptly wondered if Rosalie and Edward had a abusive relationship, and if he defended me often.

I then wondered if it was bad that I was more curious about the later.

"Rosalie!"

I blinked rapidly for a second, brought back to reality by Edward Cullen's voice that was now bordering on hostile.

I open and closed my mouth repeatedly for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say.

Um… channel your inner bitch?

Unfortunately, Rosalie decided to try and 'save' me.

"Edward, truth is she's not R—"

"Edward! Leave them alone," a new voice commanded.

We all looked down to see Alice Cullen standing next to us, arms crossed, whilst glaring at Edward… that is, when she wasn't shifting her scary hazel eyes from me and Rosalie-Who-Now-Looked-Like-Me.

"Al—"

"Now, Edward, I've got this."

Edward looked at Rosalie and me hesitantly before nodding and walking away reluctantly.

I get the feeling the only reason he did leave, was for fear of enduring his little sister's wrath.

Rosalie glared at the dainty girl. "Shrimp—"

"Can it, Rosalie. I'm not in the mood."

Now, it took me and Rosie a good thirty seconds before we realized what Alice's retort meant.

"Wh—," I began with wide eyes before I was cut off.

"Oh yes," Alice said dryly, grim smile seeming out of place on her childlike face, "I know just what's going on, Bella."

A/N Okay… so what do you think? Incase all the comments Bella made (like 'Rosalie-In-My-Body) annoyed you and made you think Okay, I get it, Rosalie and Bella switched bodies, I was just amplifying Bella's shock and confusion over the whole thing.

So, I made a promise to myself to start updating ALL my stories more often, but then I went on the world's worst date today and the aftermath of it's still coming in waves. So it might be a few days… but it WILL be sooner than the last two times, promise

Hope you guys are still with me and somewhat forgiving.

Also… still in search of a beta… so please, if you're interested, drop a PM or review.

~K.M.